1 Corinthians 13
1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. 3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing. 4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 5 Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; 6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. 8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. I would say this Scripture is familiar to many. As I read these verses, I cannot help but smile. Yellow Car Boy and I have enjoyed a few days off from work. We've spent a lot of time together. We've visited family, traveled, wrapped gifts clean house, and then we did a whole bunch of nothing. We've watched Andy Griffith until I've picked my North Alabama accent right up where I halfway left it. It's been wonderful. Growing up, I watched a lot of princess movies. I just knew one day I would walk down the street, into a grocery store, or maybe even run into the love of my dreams in a duck blind. I just knew we would see each other, I would get butterflies in my stomach, his eyes would turn into fluttering hearts, and we would instantly "fall in love". Boy was I wrong. When I met Yellow Car Boy, there were no butterflies. There was very little attraction oddly enough. He was 100% not my type. I didn't meet him walking down the street. We didn't see each other and "fall in love". (If you fall into something, I suppose you can fall out of it.) We did, however, get to know each other. In getting to know him, I couldn't help but love him. During these few days we've enjoyed together, I sat back and smiled and praised the Lord. Y'all, that love of mine is something to be praised. You see he's not a big romantic. He's not super mooshy gooshy. He's not typical. And that is probably my favorite thing about him. In Ephesians 5 we learn that the husband is supposed to love his wife as Christ loved the church. In 1 Corinthians we have a great definition of love (althought those verses are often take out of context). I'd say the best example of love is the one Christ set. I can, with all my heart, say Yellow Car Boy does just that. He has to be the most patient human being I've ever met. I can be a difficult human being. I'm picky, I'm needy, I get hangry, and I'm worse than a young child when I haven't had enough sleep. And what do you know, he loves me through all that! Sometimes he even laughs at it. He goes to Wal Mart at 10:00 at night because I don't feel well, and he was looking for any solution to make me feel better. He makes sure I have my mouth guard before falling asleep. He kisses my hand before we pray. We drove around to look at and Internet searched at least 100 houses, and we had a blast. Sometimes fancy dates and being swept off your feet just are necessary. I've learned the most important thing is love- true, lasting love. Yellow Car Boy is my love, hero, friend, counselor, and everything between. All of those fairytales were quite wrong. The good news is my Heavenly Father, as always, was right. I'm thankful for His example of love and the precious husband He has so graciously given me.
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